Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!
Chapter 965 - 568: Ambush and Assassination

Chapter 965: Chapter 568: Ambush and Assassination

"Yo!"

The mountains loom vast and covered in dense forests, the Teotihuacan Valley is lush with greenery, and an ancient temple is faintly visible atop the mountain. The high-pitched cry of an eagle echoes in the mountain forest like the omen of the God of Death, suddenly overwhelming the hearts of the Mistek Warriors!

"Awwooooo! Kill! Kill them!"

Ferocious wolf howls rise and fall, accompanied by shouts boiling with murderous intent. Thousands of Canine Warriors with painted faces and dyed hair, all clad in cotton armor, wielding copper spears, leaped out from the hidden undergrowth. Many of the red-haired Canines held cheap bamboo greatbows. Standing on high ground, they took brief aim and unleashed a fierce volley of copper arrows towards the scattered Mistek front lines!

"Swish swish swish!"

A storm of sharp arrows rushed from dozens of steps away, bringing the whistle of death. Mere breaths later, came the tragic wails of the wounded Mistek Warriors!

"Damn it! Despicable northern barbarians, setting up an ambush for a sneak attack!"

Upon seeing the large number of northern Barbarian Soldiers emerging with bows and spears, the Rain Divine Warrior Rich’s expression changed. He immediately crouched low, hiding behind the tall trees as the sharp wind of arrows brushed past his hair.

A huge wave of arrows swiftly attacked, so precise and powerful. In an instant, the hundreds of courageous Mistek vanguards suffered heavy casualties. A good fifty or sixty warriors leading the charge perished in the first round of attacks, and what followed was the second and third waves of arrows.

"Such powerful arrows!"

The Rain Divine Warrior Rich pressed his lips tightly, gripping his javelin, feeling powerless in his heart. He raised his shield and cautiously looked around the forest. The Mexica legion had long prepared for the ambush, occupying the high ground of the forest. At such a short distance, facing the mighty greatbows, the warriors’ cotton armor couldn’t resist at all!

"Damn it! We must lead the elites, attack from both sides, and crush the archers on high ground!"

"Whizz, whizz whizz!"

Arrows flew and javelins fell, piercing through flesh and blood, unleashing vibrant life. The Rain Divine Warrior Rich crouched low, gritting his teeth, pondering the battle tactics. But soon, he no longer needed to worry about it: an even fiercer cry of battle exploded suddenly from his rear side, the position of the Central Army Commander-in-Chief!

"Whiz!"

A copper arrow came flying with immense power. In the midst of the Central Army, a Mistek personal guard holding his shield fell with a thud. A large spurt of blood splashed from his neck and poured into his vainly open mouth, like a fish spitting foam on the sand.

"No! Waka! My nephew!"

The military leader of Divine Stone City, Blue Snake Koo, was filled with rage and grief as he looked at his fallen nephew, his heart swelling with extraordinary pain; this was his intended heir!

The Mistek factions have an ancient heritage, ranging from hundreds to thousands of years. Their power structure has long been solidified, noble birth by divine authority through hereditary succession, adhering to a decentralized tribal democracy. The leaders of each faction were elected by chieftains, taking turns being the governors of important City-States. Family tribes were their power foundation, and the loosened tribal power was inherited among family warriors who could impress the populace... In other words, they were still at the late tribal stage, having not developed into the feudal capabilities of ’Fatherly Sons’ or ’Brotherly Friends’.

"Oh Rain Divine!"

Blue Snake Koo, biting his teeth, hurriedly raised his shield and ducked while shouting in fury and fear.

"Quick! Stabilize quickly! Personal guards, transmit messages to the rear-line warriors, get them to support fast, fight for the Rain Divine!"

"Whiz!"

Black Wolf Torc stood high up, lifting his hundred-pound greatbow, aiming at the Mistek’s large banner. He squinted over a hundred paces away and shot another arrow. This time, it went seven to eighty steps, straight pinning into the branches. Black Wolf frowned at once.

"Damn it! This southern forest is really dense!"

The southern mountain forest obstructs, unlike the open spaces of the northern highlands, the bow’s power is only effective for dozens of paces. This ambush ultimately depends on the warriors’ weapons to decide the victor!

Black Wolf shook his head, lowered his greatbow, straightened his spine, and looked at the battle unfolding in the woods. Just after a moment’s look, a confident smile emerged on his face.

"Not bad! The deceiving Tlaxcala defectors are caving in well!"

In front of him, the suddenly ambushed Mistek Warriors were like a turbulent deer herd, colliding left and right in the woods, unable to align themselves. They were so chaotic in the chase that they had no formation to speak of. Several hundred vanguards were directly suppressed by arrow rain, with more than a thousand rear guards several miles away.

At this moment, a thousand personal guard warriors led by Black Wolf split into two teams, attacking from the left and right flanks. They were dressed in armor, simultaneously entering the enemy’s central army, targeting the towering Mistek banner!

"Kill! Kill them!"

"Charge in! The one with the feathered bundle is the Mistek’s commander!"

"Chieftain Black Wolf said! That head is worth 800 acres of fertile land and 40 fertile women!"

Before the battle, Black Wolf informed the entire legion, promising the reward of a first-level Military Merit Nobility. Whether you were a Canine Warrior, Prepetcha Warrior, Tekos Tribe Warrior, or a Tlaxcala defector, as long as you could decapitate the Mistek commander in battle, you would be directly promoted to first-level nobility, granted land and slaves!

Black Wolf’s Guajili legion served as the military’s edge, always being the vanguard in every battle, claiming the most captures, and suffering the greatest casualties. This legion maintained a formidable strength of eight thousand warriors and also had several thousand defector regiments.

Constant battle loss and replenishment rapidly changed the composition of the legion’s soldiers. By today, it had transformed from a purely Canine Legion into a hybrid legion where warriors from various factions gathered, judged only by valor, not by origin.

The brave legion commander, seasoned officer backbone, plentiful spoils of war, and generous military merit rewards, only these gathered the fierce and brave warriors who experienced life and death, originating from a jumble of backgrounds to form the wild and tough Guajili Battle Group!

"Tsssssh!"

Two hundred Mexica Warriors, serving as the vanguard of the two flanking forces, clad in sturdy bronze medium armor and wielding sharp bronze axes, cleaved through the obstructing Mistek Warriors like chopping persimmons, cutting a direct path into the enemy’s formation.

Over a thousand Canine Warriors, donned in leather armor, thrusting short spears, roared into battle fervently. They bypassed the armored warriors, swiftly breaking through, directly attacking around the Mistek feather flag, surrounding the despairing Enemy Commander, Blue Snake Koo with no room for escape.

"No! I am the revered Blue Snake Divine Descendant! I am the descendant of the Rain Divine! You brutal northern barbarians, the Rain Divine will bring corrosive rain, like the poison of the arrow frog, to destroy your faces, destroy your souls... ugh!!"

"Ha! At the doorstep of death, what’s the use of saying so much?"

Red Deer Masate swung his bronze axe, striking Blue Snake Koo down to the ground. The symbols of divinity, the leader’s feathered bundle, scattered on the ground, the vibrant feathers covered in dust and mud vanished from all Mistek Warriors’ eyes. Then, Masate chuckled foolishly, knelt on one knee. He pressed one hand on the Divine Descendant, raised his bronze axe with the other, and struck fiercely!

"Crack! Splash!"

The blood of the Divine Descendant dyed Masate’s war clothes, as well as the deer head on his battle attire. Moments later, he grinned widely, stood up, raising a discontentedly open-headed head in his right hand, full of smugness towards the direction of Black Wolf, and declared victory, watching the late Red Frog and Red Monkey arrive.

"With the Chief Divine’s blessing, I ran the fastest! The first credit of this battle, along with the forty fertile women, all belong to me!... Haha!"